Tom simply said, “The president sent me.”
Ashley drew a long, deep breath to calm himself. Taking a step closer, eye to eye, he strained to remain calm but pointed. “That may be, but for what purpose? You may be a government agent, Tom, but Fritz is my best friend, and I want to know what you were planning. Because you aren"t leaving here without an answer.”
“Are you nuts? Are you threatening me?” asked Tom, pulling his suit jacket open and showing Ashley his pistol.
* * *
“THANK YOU, GENERAL, tea would be nice,” said Fritz.
“As I said to you yesterday, Mr. Russell, I was in a position to try to stop Mr. Booth.”
“Excuse me, General, "yesterday"? I was just here.”
“It was yesterday when you asked if you could visit again. What day is it in your time?”
“General, you may not believe t
